Just this week when I woke one morning for a moment it was so real that I really believed she was still with me. I almost called her. It's crazy how dreams mess with reality sometimes.
I miss her. I miss her grace, I miss her voice. I just miss... her.
I find myself thinking back over ordinary moments with her that have become extroadinary memories. Simplicities like going shopping with her, holding her hand from as far back as I can remember to even as an adult when we walked through the malls together, driving through the country to look at houses and trees just so we could eat a chocolate covered Dairy Queen ice cream cone and talk about nothing and everything. Hugging her every night and telling her I loved her.
Telling her she was going to be a grandmother.
I just... miss her. And my babies are totally missing out on her.
...Happy Mother's Day Mom! I love you!!
